Blood Feud, Paid with Life

Some time had passed since many True Dragons and Dragon Kings had awakened.

Gu Chen finally had some free time today.

"Drip—"

It sounded like water dripping onto stone slabs. Dim yellow light came on, dyeing the entire floor bloodred. What fell was not water, but blood, and a faint reek of blood spread through the gloomy dungeon.

There was also breathing as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but as the wooden door scraped against the floor with a creak, footsteps gradually appeared as well. At first they were very soft, only a vague tap-tap could be heard, but as the distance closed, the sound grew clearer.

Emperor Lie opened his eyes again. Flames surged from them, but in the next second, with a slash of the blade, his head rolled to the ground.

His entire body exploded into a mist of blood, yet all the vitality in him was firmly imprisoned inside his head, which was lifted by the pull of divine power.

"You really are ugly. Does your abyss not have anyone good-looking?" Gu Chen looked at the floating head.

Emperor Lie's pupils trembled. He wanted to open his mouth, wanted to say that in a world where strength reigned supreme, what did looks matter? But he could not open his mouth. He could not say a single word.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Back then, it felt great beating them up, didn't it?"

"Did dragon blood spilling across the ground make ants like you happy? Did you think the abyss's advance was unstoppable? Did you think everything you did would never come back on you?"

"What a pity."

At this point, Gu Chen could not help letting out a sneer, yet his eyes remained cold and calm.

"The abyss became nourishment, and the Sage Lord you served has fallen